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The journey back to my house took around an hour. I was on the back seat, with Deborah's head resting on my lap. Brian drove, whilst Roger sat in the passenger seat. The two men explained how Freddie had approached them, sang with them, and now was part of their band. It was strange how this had all happened in such a short period of time, whilst those disgusting men were all over us. I had fallen asleep half way home, head resting against the window. A gentle shake awoke me up, and I opened my eyes to see kind blue ones looking at me.
"I think we're here?" Brian quizzed, peeking outside and looking into our living room window. I pushed Deborah off of me gently, and she murmured a small 'I'm awake' before opening the car door weakly. I followed her out of the car, where Roger stood to help us out. I took his hand gratefully, his soft, yet calloused fingers clasping around mine and pulling me out of the car.
"Thank you, Roger." I said quietly, and then paid my attention back to both of them, "Thank you both for what you've done tonight. How can we pay you back for bringing us all the way home?" I asked. I had expected them to perhaps ask for a small financial contribution, but they shrugged and laughed.
"Don't be silly, we don't expect anything." Roger said, leaning against the car, "We're just happy that you're home and safe."
There was silence for a minute. It felt strange to leave the two, especially after the nights events. Deborah, however, had already let herself in the house and was with no doubt already asleep. Brian tapped on the steering wheel, waiting for me to go inside. Roger still leant against the car, eyes glued to mine. I jumped out of my trance, letting out a sigh.
"Well, I guess I'll leave you two to get home. Again, thank you so much." I tried to muster up some courage to ask for their phone number. Fortunately, I didn't have to, as Roger pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, along with a pen from the car. He scribbled some numbers on there, and passed it to me.
"If you need anything, please call." He commanded, quietly but also with a sense of confidence. I could've passed out right then and there, his beauty overtaking my senses. My mouth opened to speak, but I couldn't form words. Instead, I almost frantically nodded, walked backwards towards my house, and practically sprinted inside. Way to act calm, idiot.
Looking outside the small window next to my front door, I saw Roger linger there for a moment, watching after the steps that I walked, then turn his back and get into the car. They sped off pretty sharpish - some afterparty they had mentioned in the car. I heard a noise from behind me; it was Deborah's snoring from her sleeping body sprawled on the sofa. I shook my head and smiled, tossing a soft blanket over her and going up to end one of the strangest days of my life thus far.
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My sleep was not one of peace.
I was awoken multiple times with images of grimy hands and sweaty lips and a stench that resembles tobacco and beer. Opposing this was kind blue eyes and strong arms and long blonde locks. Either way, my emotions were torn.
Waking up was ever so similar. I didn't want to get up. Even when my mum came in, with one of her famous bacon butties and a cup of tea. Even when I heard my sister ramble on the phone about her 'horrific breakup' to undoubtably one of her robotic friends. I wanted to shout at her when she said she was brutally attacked, and she was the one to save us both. I wanted to rip her dark hair out of her head when she said a gorgeous blonde had snogged her face off, telling her that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. It was all lies. But I still stayed in my warm bed.
It was 4 when my mum decided enough was enough, and she ripped my curtains open with a start. I let out something that resembled a grumble and threw the covers over my eyes, shielding them from the light.
"What is wrong with you, kid?" My mother commanded, worried yet booming voice echoing in my sore head.
"Nothing." I mumbled from beneath my duvet, voice most likely being muffled, so probably coming out as 'Mmfmmf'. My warmth was exposed when she yanked the blankets from me, and I coiled in response. "Mum!"
"Don't 'mum' me, missy! I'm not having you laze around in this bedroom all Sunday. There's a roast beef on the table and it's going to waste." She was crossing her arms now, a move she made to try and look angry but really was a habit she had when she was concerned. I sighed, sitting up from my foetal position, crossing my legs. I plastered on a fake smile.
"Just feeling a bit unwell today, mum. It's flu season; I may've got something from the hospital." I sniffled, putting on the best sick voice I could muster.
"That's the devils liquor for you, Jules. You should see your sister," she rolled her eyes, and perched at the end of my bed, "she looked like she's been dragged backwards through a hedge." We both laughed together, a genuine emotion this time. I sighed once again, and my mum mocked me. "All this sighing."
I grabbed her hand tightly,
"Honestly mum, I'm fine. Think I just need to sleep it off for tomorrow." Mum squeezed my hand in response, and stood up.
"Okay, pet. As long as you're alright. Let me know if you need anything." She tapped my doorframe twice and shut the door quietly, leaving me alone again. I lay back down with a huff.
Fiddling my fingers, I remembered how they felt last night when Roger held them. I brushed my fingertip over the back of my hand, where Roger planted his lips. Closing my eyes, his face appeared on the black shadows inside my eye. His expression of hatred when he spat those words to those men, how he pummelled his faces until he was down on the ground. My heart beat through my chest at the image of his jaw clenching, his biceps stretching. I could feel the tension from here, safe in my room. I yearned for the feeling once more.
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